Ouray Inn (iRP)

[Dusty Lens]

David Chambers had an excellent feeling going. His mind was floating on an inch of the nicest Bourbon Whiskey one could hope to fetch planetside or no. He'd hauled a load of prime luxury foods which he'd bartered away for it. Some group of young folks would be celebrating their first kills over lobster and steak this evening, he was content to sit in his dark booth filing away what reports and requisitions needed doing to ensure the wing continued to function smoothly.

His toes were set to tapping, his fingers to dancing and he was reckoning on mayhap asking a lady to dance with a busted up and much worse looking for the wear man like himself.

But instead he figured he'd make his workpad smarter, so he had opened it up and gotten to work.

The device was a simple affair, which made things easy. It was designed to do what you told it to do and not much more. Optronics being what they were though it wasn't a difficult chore to install some basic language to recognize certain repeated commands, to prepare it to anticipate simple commands.

Not exactly cutting edge UI programming, but he felt pleased to be tinkering with a craft he knew. With another shot of burning amber he carried on amidst the sounds of celebration heralded by the damned pilots surrounding him, living their lives to the fullest before being they were inevitably cut down.